Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

The two girls were stunned for a moment, and Mikazuki Seisakusho was the first to react, her face turning unusually red.

Benchang Youjia, however, wrapped her arms around her and pulled her head into her chest, beaming, "You're so annoying, how did he know?"

"Of course I told him! Okay, hurry up and tidy yourself up, look at your messy hair, it's an eyesore..." Honba Sorata turned and left with a look of disgust.

Jia gritted her teeth, staring at the back of his head, wanting to punch him hard, preferably giving him a concussion to change his brain circuits and make this brat respect his older sister from now on.

After the door was closed, Mikazuki Haruka broke free from her embrace, her face flushed: "How could there be such an outrageous rumor!"

"Who knows what he's thinking! But it's not all bad, is it? If anyone dares to make a move on you again, they're just messing with me!" Ben Changyoujia rubbed his hands together: "Come on, darling, let me give you a kiss first."

"Pah, you perverted old man!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Matter of Finding the Monster

At 3 p.m., Kami Kotekawa, smelling strongly of barbecue, arrived in Kamakura again.

He had planned his route on the way here, and no one from Honjo Sora came with him, so there was no need to worry about repeating the same mistake as this morning.

He found a beverage shop, ordered a cup of hot tea, rested for a while, then, carrying his bag and sword pouch, headed towards the mountain where his target was.

We're not very familiar with the roads here, so it's better to head into the mountains sooner rather than later.

On the street, Kotegawa Kami looked up at the clear blue sky and, following the information given by Senko and Mako, continued on his way on foot.

"This place is also known as the City of Yokai. There seem to be a lot of supernatural events here. If I can't find work in Tokyo, I can come here and do a few jobs."

He walked around, looking at his surroundings like a tourist.

Just then, several bicycles whizzed past, each rider's bottom lifted off the seat, and the wheels flew through the air as they pedaled.

Kotekawa Kami looked at the back of the person in front of him and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Because the people who just passed by were all dressed as priests in hunting robes and black hats.

Everyone was also carrying a travel bag and a long black bag.

The priests here travel in a very simple way, riding bicycles, just like ordinary people.

And judging from their hurried manner, they must be working diligently.

Someone in front suddenly turned around and looked up, their eyes meeting those of Kotegawa Kami.

Kotekawa Kami was taken aback again, filled with suspicion.

Isn't this handsome young man the same little priest I saw on the roadside the day before yesterday afternoon?

He has always had a good memory, so he was quite certain that he hadn't misread it.

"Why is the priest from Wenjing here? Is he on a business trip? But riding a bicycle on a business trip, isn't that a bit too much..."

The young man muttered to himself, but didn't linger for long. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the foot of a lush, green mountain.

The protective measures here are exactly the same as those in Ina City.

The shrine, which is more than two meters high, faces the mountains and forests, and several wire meshes are wrapped with iron chains covered with dense yellow talismans.

Behind the barbed wire, every ten meters, there were special agents with live ammunition on guard.

It seems the commissioners aren't confident that these basic protective measures alone can stop the [Wild Samurai].

Kotekawa Kami looked around and saw a row of familiar bicycles, but he didn't see the group of priests; they had probably gone into the mountains.

So all that rush earlier was for the sake of the [Wild Samurai]?

He withdrew his gaze, walked to a simple pavilion, took out his notebook, and handed it inside.

At times like these, ordinary people simply cannot get in.

The officer inside stared at Kotekawa Kamimi for a long time before finally saying, "Please be careful," and waving his hand to let him through.

Kotegawa Kami carefully put away his notebook and walked step by step into the depths of the mountain path, which was shaded by trees.

The forest was quiet, with a faint smell of decay in the air, and messy footprints on the soft ground covered with fallen leaves.

It was getting close to dusk, and it was already quite dark in the mountains.

Kotekawa Kamimi changed into moisture-proof clothes while still out of sight of the Special Division agents, and turned off his phone, tossing it into his backpack.

Finally, he took the sword out of the bag, held it in his hand, cleared his mind of distractions, and remained vigilant.

The Wild Samurai only attacks people who travel alone in the mountains, and from now on, he will also be one of the targets.

In a fight, the key is to strike first, or strike later but arrive first.

If you were to be ambushed and fail to dodge due to carelessness, that would be disastrous.

When facing a formidable enemy, even a small psychological flaw can be fatal, let alone injury.

Kotekawa Kami looked around and felt that walking so casually down the main road seemed a little silly, and too easy to fall into a passive position.

After all, there must be more than one beast in this deep mountain forest; there must be other wild animals and monsters as well.

For now, it's best to avoid it if possible and focus on the objective.

He thought for a moment, took out a black mask and put it on, then crouched down and disappeared into the deeper woods nearby, successfully disguising himself as a walking old coin.

...At this moment, about 500 meters ahead on the mountainside, a group of people were walking deeper into the mountains, and the "little priest" that Kotegawa Kami had muttered about was among them.

However, they looked rather disheveled, covered in dust and dirt, with some burnt edges on their clothes, as if they had just been in a fight.

In fact, they had just been in a fight, but not with a monster, but with a group of crazed wild boars.

The leading middle-aged priest looked around, his face grave, and said, "The animals in the mountains have been disturbed. There are many of us, so it's difficult to hide our presence. It might get even more troublesome from here on out. Everyone, stay alert!"

The others responded in hushed tones.

Among the group, Shirakawa Nozomi's expression was particularly serious. He was the youngest and the weakest, and if they encountered a monster or were ambushed, he could become their weak point.

So he took a few talismans and held them in his hand.

These are all life-saving items, and each one is quite expensive.

The middle-aged priest in charge turned his head and ordered, "Priest Shirakawa, this trip into the mountains is more troublesome than anticipated. You go back to the foot of the mountain and wait for orders."

Shirakawa Nozomi was taken aback. What was going on? They'd only just entered the mountains and they were already sending him to look at bicycles again?

Did he come all this way just to see that pile of broken bicycles?

He suppressed his resentment and said with a straight face, "Lord Mita, I am capable of protecting myself!"

"Just protecting yourself won't help this operation at all!" the middle-aged priest said bluntly. "Go back! It's better for everyone this way!"

Shirakawa Nozomi's face flushed red as he looked at the others, but no one spoke up for him.

"Fine, I'm leaving!" he said angrily, turning around.

……

Behind them, Kotekawa Kami, who was groping his way up the mountain in the dark, suddenly stopped, half-squatting down, and placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

There's some noise ahead.

Not long after, a figure that looked quite familiar to him hurried along the mountain path and headed down the mountain.

Kotekawa Kami was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

Isn't that the junior priest? Why did he suddenly go down there?

"Oh!"

In Kotegawa Kami's view, the little priest suddenly kicked a big tree by the roadside, but it was probably kicked with the back of his foot, and he was in so much pain that he was jumping up and down while clutching his foot.

The young man hiding in the shadows became increasingly confused.

Why would you kick a tree when it's not in the middle of the road?

The little priest, clutching his foot in pain, stubbornly held back a groan. After jumping around for a while, he limped away.

Kotekawa Kami looked away, stood up, shook his head, and continued on his way.

Why bother kicking that ball...?

The road ahead is becoming increasingly difficult to travel.

Kotekawa Kami would occasionally stop and change direction, partly to prevent himself from slipping and falling down the mountain, and partly to avoid wild animals and dangerous places.

Although he hadn't seen anything yet, he knew it was quite lively ahead.

Because the roars of wild beasts never stopped.

He was almost numb from listening to it all, feeling both surprised and speechless.

Who is this?

Are they specifically going into the mountains to fight wild animals?

Or is it planning to sweep through everything in its path, leaving no living creature untouched?

Stupid.

Kotegawa Kami jumped out of the forest and sped along the mountain path.

With so much activity ahead, any commotion would attract attention. If he were to continue crouching and hunching over in the woods, wouldn't he look foolish?

Chapter Twenty-Three: A Step Earlier or A Step Later

Night fell, starlight bathed the earth, and the temperature in the mountains plummeted.

At this time of year, all the creatures, big and small, in the mountains would be fast asleep in their burrows.

But tonight is different; there's a group of humans who clearly don't know how to be polite.

"Ow!"

In the forest, two enormous bears, each over three meters tall, roared in unison.

It seemed to be blinded by rage, determined not to stop until it had torn these humans in front of it to shreds.

The priests dodged hastily, looking extremely disheveled, and were equally exasperated.